"Of course I saved, but I won't do it in vain to save people, what kind of morality depends on the situation, if I don't squeeze out their surplus value, it will also be in vain to let the Houtuqi brothers dig the tunnel for three months." Chen Mo smiled.

Yang Xiao nodded and retreated, but after a while, Zhu Changling, who should have died a long time ago but was saved by Chen Mo, walked in with a smile, and he walked into the hall and said happily:

"Master, the tunnel has been dug to the bottom of the tower, and you can start tonight."

Chen Mo nodded and said:

"Okay, remember that as soon as the person is rescued, the passage will be blocked, and today is also the time for me to do something."

Zhu Changling had already retreated, Xiao Zhao gently rubbed Chen Mo's shoulder, both of them were quiet and did not make a sound, Xiao Zhao was still a little girl, Chen Mo only regarded her as a person close to him and did not have a crooked heart, Chen Mo cared for her for so long, and Xiao Zhao also treated Chen Mo as a relative.

Seeing that it was dark, Chen Mo asked Xiao Zhao to pack up, once there was an accident, everyone had to leave Dadu quickly, otherwise he would be surrounded by a large army, and he could escape alone, and it would not be so safe to take a large group of people with him.

Soon after nightfall, Chen Mo changed into a black tights, and with a narrow sword hanging from his waist, he touched the direction of the back door of Wan'an Temple, looking at the brightly lit temples everywhere, where the people who walked and patrolled were all Yuan soldier elites, but the monks did not see any of them.

Soon Chen Mo turned to the outside of a brightly lit hall, and looked at the people patrolling around him who were all detouring elsewhere, but Zhao Min's familiar voice came from inside and said:

"Miss Zhou, now that the head of your faction has disappeared, I heard that you are the most profound person in Emei Middle School, how about you learn from my subordinates?"

Chen Mo looked in through the crack in the window, Zhao Min was sitting on a soft couch, and on his right hand side was Lu Zhuke, one of the two elders of Xuanming who was plotting against him outside the True Martial Palace. On the other side was a head with a scarred face, and behind Zhou Zhiruo, there were two tall monks guarding him.

Looking at the people inside, the corners of Chen Mo's mouth twitched slightly, he rarely did things with confidence, just like now, the bottom of the pagoda has been opened. Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao and others took it upon themselves to save people, and it is estimated that they have already begun to act at this moment, and at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo, who was timid but firm-eyed, looked at Zhao Min and said:

"The swordsmanship of the Emei faction, although it can't be said to be a great mastery, is the martial arts of the Central Plains Zhengmen faction after all, and it can't be stolen by the shameless people of Fanbang Hulu."

Chen Mo's heart suddenly moved, to be honest, he used to read books until the end, and he always felt that Zhou Zhiruo was scheming and vicious, but if he thought about it carefully, in fact, all the fault was Zhang Wuji, and this Zhao Min was a Tartar. This Zhang Wuji promised not to say any three promises, and even took Zhao Min all the way around despite the fact that Mingjiao was revolting;

Although Zhao Min betrayed the Tartar court because of love, she killed so many heroes in the rivers and lakes, and even calculated Shaolin Wudang viciously, it is really strange that he would fall in love with this woman.

It is said that ethnic hatred can last for thousands of years, Zhang Wuji has no one to teach these things since he was a child, and he probably never thought that the thousands of righteous people in the Central Plains who died directly in the hands of Zhao Min, maybe some people will argue that there is nothing wrong with doing things for their own forces. Why is the hatred of that little devil remembered?

Chen Mo is a person who holds grudges, and he is unwilling to let go of personal hatred easily. Not to mention this kind of major event with national hatred, he is now the leader of the Ming Sect, although this is only his identity in the mission world, but he understands that he is involved in a world with the same historical plot development as reality but different;

Zhao Min is a beautiful woman and smart, but it is a sharp blade of the Tartars against all the ethnic groups in the Central Plains, a knife full of the blood of the righteous people who resist the tyranny of the Tartars everywhere.

Zhou Zhiruo calculated, Zhang Wuji calculated, Zhao Min calculated, and the Golden Retriever Lion King. But she didn't take refuge or collude with the Tartars, and she never feared to fight with the Tartars, even if she was poisonous, it was only for that small number of special objects, and for a while, Chen Mo had a lot less murderous intent towards Zhou Zhiruo, but if the other party provoked him. He won't let go of that nirvana.

Chen Mo thought about it for a while, and Zhao Min pointed a sharp sword at Zhou Zhiruo's jade-like face and said:

"Miss Zhou is a delicate beauty, what if you have dozens of scars on your face like my bitter master?"

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Kutoutuo, and when she saw his pitted and ugly appearance, her face changed greatly, and she said in a trembling voice:

"Kill me."

赵敏 yin yin says:

"It's a pity to kill you, I will gently cut your delicate face with a sword."

Saying that, the sword in Zhao Min's hand swept towards Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face, and at the same time, Chen Mo's body shook and hit the window lattice, and his hands reached out to the two monks' vests and grabbed Zhou Zhiruo behind him.

"It's you."

When Zhao Min saw Chen Mo, he screamed in surprise and stepped back, and Lu Zhuke was also in a hurry, knowing that it was not Chen Mo, and his palms slapped up silently.

If it was in the past, it was estimated that Chen Mo would have no way to make three or five moves in Chen Mo's hands, but Chen Mo's strongest thing now was the sword, and when he saw this deer sticker slapping his palm, the narrow sword in Chen Mo's hand stabbed with a cold light with a sneer.

Kutoutuo on the side also waved his palm out with a whining in his mouth, Chen Mo pulled one palm and led one by one, and the palm that was as strong as Kutoutuo was also taken to turn in a different direction, just like the vest of a deer cane.

"Bang."

As soon as Kutoutuo hit the deer sticker with both palms, he saw that the deer sticker's mouth was wide open and kept spitting out pieces of broken internal organs, and he looked at his palm dumbfounded, no matter how powerful he was, this blow could not kill the deer sticker.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, stared at Kutoutuo and said:

"Fan Yao's right envoy, you don't need to pretend to be dumb, I am here to save people today, I don't want you to die in vain under my hands."

Chen Mo's words fell, and before he could speak, Zhao Min, who had learned countless martial arts and internal strength, flew up, and the sword in his hand turned into two quick lights and shadows, stabbing at Chen Mo's shoulder well point, one left and one right.

"I can't help myself."

Chen Mo let out a low snort, and his fingers flicked the long sword in Zhao Min's hand, and the sword broke and shot out in the clanging sound, but Zhao Min couldn't hold back and waved his little hand to slap Chen Mo Chen Mo's dantian.

The enemy is the enemy, Zhao Min's beauty can be regarded as equal to Zhou Zhiruo, but Chen Mo is not interested in these two beauties, let alone much good feelings, Zhao Min's palm is still in the air, and the bitter head Tuo shouted loudly:

"Don't kill her."

Kutoutuo is Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Ming Sect, but he is the master of this Zhao Min County Lord, Chen Mo did not blame the enemy of this Kutoutuo Sect, because he was lurking here, and even ruined his handsome face for this matter. (To be continued......)

PS: Harvesting sweet potatoes is to dig up sweet potatoes from the ground, which can be used to make starch vermicelli, or steamed, and you can eat a lot of farts in half your life.